Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, one here goes out to them boys
That's it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' this from the South to the

I represent, where them at
145th and Broadway you get head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
Beef in N-O I had to call No up
Baby mack gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby
Santana big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem forty if that's me, yo
Clipse or bricks get seven off
Snow so white only thing missin' is seven

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you he bout it, bout it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, boys real
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
Front on y'all cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, can't pronounce my shoes
I got but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Roxy
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
Battery on his head, top him
I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on paper get a wet shirt
if you walkin' through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, in front the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy,
P, the New No Limit
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool